It’s how you play the game.

Played pool at Carolina Beach with Devin and Mikemiller. 2 games. $1.50 in quarters. Devin won once. Mike won once. I blame my losses on the distraction of cops walking around everywhere and the cabbage-smelling carnies.

Carolina Beach Carnival - normal during the daylight

Speaking of Carolina Beach — At 9pm this was a quaint, happy Ferris-wheel carnival town. Showed up, met Melissa and gang for dinner at Black Horn. We ate dinner. By 11pm when we finished dinner and walked outside — the town turned to total sketch. Mike met us out there – but by then all the rides were closed. No more funnel cakes. No more booths to buy overpriced tickets. The fun houses didn’t look so fun anymore. Luckily we found an outdoor pool hall with oddly quiet teenagers who were smoking and playing some serious pool.

Always appropriately dressed

How can someone so small be so badass at pool?

I had dirt on my elbow

Saturday played Ultimate Frisbee with CrossFit Coastal folks at Ogden park. It reminded me of middle school soccer when not only was a I picked last but no one ever passed me the ball either. I blame this on being short – maybe I was harder to see in the crowd? I’m pretty sure I saw people make eye contact with me, and then choose to throw the ball to someone else.

Sweaty from running up and down the field screaming, "I'm WIDE open, bitches!"

Later that day I sang Trooper her favorite song. Midway through she just walked away.

Ate a bag of pork rinds.

Went to the beach. Devin read a story to me, Jaime and Maddie about the importance of butt hair.

"the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil"

Lost one of Devin’s shoes. It isn’t under the bed. I’m wondering if Phizz started a cave of treasures somewhere else in the house?

Nate got a cell phone so he can call me while at his current port stop. It only works every 5 phone calls. So I start off answering, “Hey Baby!” … silence. Next call, “Rooniez!” no answer… Next call: “Hello?” no answer… Next: “FREAK NASTY, dude, where did you get this phone? From a crack whore?!” … That’s when he can hear me.

HAHA – Devin just walked in the room and looked over my shoulder. She just found out that one of her shoes is missing.